((And because nights and crickets and such are no fun, we are jumping to the morning))

It was early in the morning, just when the sun's first rays came from above the mountains. A lone man walked to the stables, his cloack wrapped around him tightly and his hood on as the wind that blew from the mountains was still a bit chilly. He rushed to a black horse and took the reins from the stable wall and the piece of cloth that he would put onto the back of his horse He rushed with fixing the horse up for some reason and his eyes gleamed in the shadows faintly. The horse nudged his shoulder and the man smiled before patting it's side

"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan